This is a song about "Flavour of the month"

Kicked out 'cuz the rent is nine-hundred dollars a month,

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

They got the brain capacity of 2 month old fetuses

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

If the parade was scheduled for third month.

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

Must be time of month hormones all over the shit

Waiting til the beginning of the month for the check

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

Of the book of your life

Inferior, but i'm nice

"aw, no ma’am" i’m an old land mine

I turn 20 next month, and for the first time